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(classical music)

(motor roaring to life)

(distant barking)

(rooster crowing)

(barking)

(birdsong) (barking)

(rooster crowing)

(barking)

We going off on the mash?

Got a few rabbit slips out.

(boy breathing heavily) Yeah.

(rooster crowing) (man grunting)

Clara know you're up here?

- Mom's still asleep. - I told Pop.

Hmm. What'd your pop say?

He told me not to be a nuisance. (Man chuckling)

(barking)

(gulls squawking)

You got it? That's it.

Right.

There it is.

How about that? Good?

Mm-hmm.

Nice and tight.

There you go, buddy.

You got him? Put him up on your shoulder.

That's it.

(gulls squawking)

Nice and heavy, aren't they? Do you like them?

- Yeah. Yeah. - You like rabbits?

You like dead rabbits?

Now, then...

Who's got it better than this, eh?

(knocking)

(country music playing)

(insistent knocking)

(music stopping)

(knocking)

(door opening)

- Mr. Sweetland? - Just come off the ferry, did ya?

- Just this second, yes. - (door closing)

I must be some fuckin' important.

- You're at the top of my list. - Mm.

(inhaling) Tea?

- Uh, you don't have coffee by any chance? - I got instant.

- Tea is fine. - Mm-hmm.

So... will you be coming to the meeting this afternoon?

- Wasn't plannin' on it. - I couldn't talk you into it?

It was 45 in favour, three against, by the most recent ballot.

But as of yesterday, yours is one of only two households

who have not agreed to take the package we're offering.

You and Mr. Loveless. And... (sighing)

I have to admit... I'm curious.

About what?

There's been no work out here since the cod moratorium.

Most of the younger residents have already moved away,

and you're turning down a substantial cash payout.

I guess... I'm just wondering what your story is.

Imagine you got everything you needs to know about me in that bag of yours.

Hmm?

"Moses Louis Sweetland, born November 14, 1948. Next of kin: None."

Christ, I'm related to half the people in Chance Cove.

No immediate next of kin I believe is what that means. Parents deceased.

Brother: Hollis. And sister: Ruth.

Both dead.

Marital status. Single?

Occupation: Lighthouse keeper. Retired.

I was let go when they automated the light 10 years back.

And you were a fisherman before that?

- Right up until the moratorium in '92. - Never lived anywhere else?

One trip up to Toronto for work when I was too young to know better.

(scoffing) (Moses chuckling)

Not much when you lays it out like that.

Not enough to tell me why you're so set against this move.

- Contrary, I guess. - You'd rather stay here with the dead?

A body could do worse for company.

As you know, the government is offering a package to the residents of Sweetland

to move anywhere in the province.

Minimum $100,000 per household. Up to 150,000,

depending on the size of the family and other considerations.

Plus adjustment assistance,

help looking for work or retraining or returning to school...

Jesus, I thought the government was broke.

But we will not move a soul out of here

unless we have a commitment from everyone to the package.

Mm-hmm. Same old bullshit.

You've been made aware of the September deadline?

Mm-hmm.

There are people hoping to make the move across as early as this fall.

You can contact me anytime.

(country music playing)

(gulls squawking) (barking)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(music playing) (indistinct chatter)

Traitor! Ah, c'mon, take the package, ya prick!

(barking)

It's over, boy! It's over!

(indistinct chatter)

(barking) Take the package, ya prick!

(cattle lowing)

(insistent lowing)

(lowing continues)

(sighing)

(lowing)

(plaintive lowing)

Here you go, old girl.

Here you go.

Yeah.

Haven't got enough grass here to keep a rabbit alive.

Never mind a cow about to calve.

Fuckin' Loveless. There you go, old girl.

Good girl.

Good girl.

Good girl.

You're not even gonna say hello?

(saw buzzing)

- Playin' hard to get? - Oh, you're a natural.

(Moses chuckling)

See you're putting in the garden in the week.

Yes, and don't you trample all over 'em.

They'll likely die of the cold if they comes up anyway, maid.

(woman coughing)

- (laughing) - Have to give these up.

- What's that you're readin'? - Mm.

One of them books Sandra sends me down from the mainland.

She's still tryin' to wean you off the Harlequins, is she?

Yeah.

(man): Who's that there you're talking to?!

Hayward, I'm talking to me boyfriend!

Hayward said he never saw ya at the town meeting last night.

I was puttin' in the spuds. I'll set aside a barrel for you the fall.

I won't be here the fall.

You been saying that 20 year or more.

You know that Hayward took the package.

Never thought you'd allow it, just the same.

Was Sandra talked him into it. Sure he can't say no to our girl.

She's putting an apartment for us in her basement.

She can't wait for us to get there, she says.

I was born here.

And I had five youngsters in the same bedroom I was born in.

The only way I'll be leaving this house in a box.

No one's gonna carry you out in a box, maid.

We'll just lift a few boards and set you under the floor.

- (scoffing) - Kiss my arse.

- I'll have to take a rain check. - (chuckling)

- Don't leave it too long. - (Moses laughing)

Don't leave it too long.

(gulls squawking)

Pop says it's just you and Loveless wants to stay now.

Will I have to go?

Not as long as I'm around.

Pop says they're gonna drive you out.

- No one's driving me anywhere. - Here you go.

Mom took me to see a doctor in St. John's.

Mm-hmm.

- And how was it? - Loud.

And what did the doctor have to say to ya? Retarded, is it?

Hmm? Antisocial. Co-dependent.

Mentally unstable. Psychopathic.

Well, what are ya goin' all the way into St. John's to see him for, then?

Don't know. Mom made me.

Your mother's the one should be seeing the doctor.

- She sees him, too. - She goes in after me.

Fat lot of fuckin' good it's doing her, hey?

Don't mind me.

- I don't. - (chuckling)

Hollis went into St. John's to see a doctor one time.

- Where'd you hear the like of that? - He told me.

You were talking to Hollis, were ya? Is that a fact?

He was into St. John's most of the winter one year.

Finish up now.

We got better things to do than sit around here jawing.

(humming)

(phone ringing)

You wash up now. (boy humming)

It's time you got home to your supper. (Phone ringing)

(boy humming) (phone ringing)

(ringing)

(ringing) (Moses sighing)

We're going out after wood tomorrow?

Take one of these down to your pop. (Phone ringing)

- Can we? - (phone ringing)

- I'll think about it. - Go on home now.

(boy humming) (ringing)

Evening, Mr. Vatcher.

(chuckling)

(country music playing)

I'll be done in a minute.

Pilgrim was by earlier.

Said you and Jesse was out checking slips.

Said Clara wasn't very happy about it.

Who've been at this board?

Would've been seven or eight had a go since you was here last.

You didn't let Loveless touch anything.

You're in check there, if you hadn't noticed.

Loveless still thinks it's a goddamn checkerboard.

He means well.

So does the fuckin' government.

I didn't see you at the meeting yesterday.

Taking attendance, was ya?

There was just Loveless, yourself and Queenie missing.

It's hard not to notice.

Hayward thinks you and Queenie must be having a little something on the side.

He's not worried about Loveless?

Hayward's paranoid, but he's not an idiot.

- Hmm. Well... - (chuckling)

You heard that, uh, he and Queenie signed up for the package after all?

Check.

(beeping)

(Moses): Jesus. Fuck!

- Hello, the house! - That'll be herself now.

(door opening)

You aren't watching porn over there, are ya?

Gave it up for Lent.

(beeping) Fuck.

He's gotta be bluffing, Moses.

I'm not taking poker advice from a blind fucker.

That's out of season.

- That was meant for your old man. - Leave me out of this, Mose.

They're peaked out this year. They'll be starving in the woods come the winter.

- I don't want it in the house. - I only set a dozen slips.

Youngster loves to be out at it.

Jesse missed a week of school with me in St. John's. He don't need to miss no more.

He asked Pilgrim if he could go.

Jesse is saying he's gonna stay with you here after everyone else leaves.

Is that right?

You haven't said anything to set the thought in his head, I hope.

He knows his own mind.

He's not good with change, if that's what you means.

Have you been telling him about...

Hollis spending the winter in the hospital into St. John's?

Uncle Hollis?

Jesse said he heard it straight from Hollis himself.

- What was he in for? - Tuberculosis?

Jesse was talking like Hollis was sitting right there with us in the woods.

That youngster have always been a bit touched.

Dad.

What? He's talking to Moses's dead brother, for gods sake.

Got a name for it yet?

- What? - Ah...

Whatever it is wrong with the youngster.

There's a... spectrum.

And he isn't typical is what they're telling me.

I could've told ya as much for free, saved you the trip.

If I lived in St. John's, I could get him assessed.

I could get him into a school program.

He wants to come over with me when I goes for a load of wood tomorrow.

Being outdoors is what the youngster needs.

(clattering)

More wood?

You got a real gift for observation, Loveless.

Duke says you got enough split and stacked

to keep hell in flames for half of eternity.

Your cow ready to have her calf yet?

- Any day. - Yeah.

You got neither bit of hay to put out for her?

There's not enough grass left there to feed a rabbit.

She's after eatin' up all the hay had set aside over the winter.

Can't you get some from someone else?

People wants to take that cow away from me, they do.

Jesus, Loveless. Why would anyone want to take your cow?

Likely they're just trying to keep the old girl from starving to death.

She got plenty there.

You should have Glad Vatcher give it a once-over before the calf comes.

Sara never had Glad look at her.

You're not bloody Sara, now are ya?

People's after me to take the package, Mose.

Well, let 'em talk.

Don't pay no attention.

Some people saying they was gonna burn us out.

Some who?

Who said they were gonna burn me out?

No one direct-like. There's... there's people heard it spoke of.

You haven't been getting any notes, have ya?

Notes?

- Ransom notes, like, with... - letters cut out of magazines.

Never mind.

You look out to that cow.

- She's fine. - She'll be alright.

(cow grunting)

(cow moaning)

(cow grunting)

(cow crying out)

(sighing) (cow moaning)

Fuckin' Loveless.

(cow lowing)

(bellowing)

(bellowing)

(moaning)

(cow grunting)

(cow groaning)

(cow crying out)

(distant barking)

(cow bellowing)

Loveless! (cow bellowing)

Got a dead calf out here! (cow moaning)

Loveless!

(cow moaning)

You're gonna lose that cow if you don't get your arse down here!

(cow crying out)

Come on!

The fuck have you got done here now?

Goddamn animal.

Nothing but trouble since Sara died.

Not the bloody cow's fault!

What were you doing asleep in bed?

I was out with her till almost midnight.

Didn't think she was gonna go tonight. (Cow moaning)

(crying out)

- (plaintive bellowing) - Get in there.

(bellowing)

(groaning)

(plaintive lowing)

(crying out) (banging)

I can't lose Sara's cow.

Will she be alright, you think?

- How did she look to ya? - (soft mooing)

Loveless...

you gotta get in there and get that calf clear of her, ya hear me?

(bellowing)

I don't know how Sara managed all of this.

I can't do nothing without her.

(cow crying out)

Go dig a hole out back.

(bellowing) (Moses): Come on, girl.

(cow moaning)

(Moses): There we go. Alright. (cow bellowing)

Alright.

- Mose? - (cow moaning)

(bellowing) Mose?

- What?! - I'm going to take the package.

You're just tired is all.

No.

Got me mind made up on it.

I can't do nothing here without Sara.

(cow bellowing)

Go dig a goddamn hole. Go on.

(cow moaning)

(bellowing)

(Moses whispering) (cow bellowing)

(sighing)

(sighing)

You leave that youngster alone now, Hollis.

(distant noise)

(electronic beeping)

Shouldn't you be into the school?

It's dinnertime.

(Moses groaning)

- You put in a fire. - It was cold in here. You looked cold.

I got you some clean clothes from upstairs.

Tell me the story about the coat.

- What coat? - The one you and Hollis wore.

You had to go out and check the nets.

Mm. I don't know if I remembers much about it.

In the morning, before school.

Hollis says you tell it best.

(muttering)

Well...

We was up before the light, just the two of us.

Puttin' a bit of fire in the stove. The house cold as stone.

Still dark when we walked to the stage and climbed down into the punt.

- You only had one coat. - Yeah.

It was an hour's haul out to the herring net,

and we only the one decent coat between us; That was father's old jacket.

Neither one of us was big enough to fill her on our own,

so we'd sit side by side...

with one arm each in the sleeves.

Why'd you have to share a coat?

It was hard times after Father died and...

just me and Hollis to look after the fish.

Hollis wouldn't as old as you back then.

You was with Hollis when he drowned.

- That's enough of that now. - But Hollis says...

I heard enough of what your imaginary friend says about it all.

- He's not imaginary. - Well, I'm not talking to him either way.

(beeping) Well.

(indistinct chatter)

(background chatter)

How you holdin' up?

I wasted half my life trying to get her off the smokes. (Chuckling)

And the other half... trying to get her out the door of this fucking house.

(sighing)

You need a drink?

Nah.

Mom's last pack.

Thought I'd finish 'em off for her.

Come out with me.

Oh...

(sighing)

You know, Mom always talked about ya.

When she called. Ahem.

She always had a bit of news about ya. (Moses chuckling)

A body gotta scrounge for news around here. (Woman chuckling)

I always thought Mom was sweet on ya. (Moses scoffing)

(woman chuckling)

She told me...

ages ago, before I went to university.

She said...

she always had it in her head that you and her were gonna get married.

She was having you on.

No.

No, she wasn't. (chuckling)

Ahem. She was, um...

talking about before lights come to the island.

The crowd of you would all be...

knocking around together, looking for trouble.

Grassing out in the meadow behind the church.

Ah, we was just youngsters messing about.

Didn't know the first thing.

Bustin' for a pee.

- Go on, girl. - I'll wait for ya.

Can't face that crowd in there.

Watch out for me, will ya?

Must be hard for you, Moses. (grunting)

Being in the king's seat on all this resettlement business.

Can't imagine a lonelier spot.

I never minded being alone.

You know what Mom used to say about ya?

She'd say...

"That... is a good man goin' to waste, that is."

A sin you never had youngsters...

of your own.

'Cause of the accident, is it?

Up in Toronto.

(chuckling)

Plenty of women would've had you. Don't think I don't know.

Even if you couldn't.

Or you wouldn't able.

Sandra.

You ever been with a woman, Moses?

Your poor mother is just put in the ground.

(Sandra scoffing)

- Don't mind me. - (chuckling)

Sure I'm half-cut. (laughing)

You really should go back inside.

(clinking)

Mm. That was a nice surprise.

(Pilgrim): Yeah. Fridge is blocked with leftovers.

We'll never eat it all.

Yeah.

Hayward and Sandra get off?

- Caught the ferry this morning. - (phone ringing)

Clara says Hayward only had the one suitcase with him. (Moses mumbling)

Left the house and everything in it.

Nailed the door shut on his way out.

(phone ringing)

(ringing) You gonna answer that?

No one I wants to speak to, I'm guessin'. (Ringing)

Well, I-I'd say that's Clara calling us down to our dinner.

- Sure you just ate half a cake. - (ringing)

- (beep) - Hello.

Uh... no, no.

Uh, y-yes, hang on. Um...

Uh, no, sir. No, no, he's right here.

That's the one from the government,

the fellow was out here for the last...

- Tell him I'm not here. - I just said you was.

- Say you made a mistake. - You're blind, for chrissakes.

Answer the goddamn phone, Moses. (Stammering)

- Jesus. - (sighing)

- Yes. - Mr. Sweetland. - This is he.

- I hope you're keeping well. - (chuckling)

I imagine you wishes I was dead, like everyone else around here.

Mr. Sweetland, I've heard the news about Queenie Coffin.

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for your loss.

Oh, so this is a sympathy call, is it?

I've also been in touch with Mr. Loveless,

and he has committed to signing on to the package.

You're aware of this, I presume.

News to me.

I thought I should check in with you to see

if there have been any developments since I checked in with you last.

Mm.

Mr. Sweetland...

I appreciate your concern. Thank you for calling.

That was Clara, was it, calling you down to your dinner?

Now, Moses...

They sent you up here to make sure he got through.

Is that it? Blind leading the blind.

You're a gutless wonder, you are.

Jesus Christ, Mose, you got to stop being so bullheaded...

Why?! Tell me why it is I gotta stop?!

How much longer is it you expects to be around, Moses?

You're an old man. We're all old men!

What's Jesse gonna have here once we goes?

Clara's got a chance to go somewhere with a bit of money to see the boy looked after.

And you're gonna fuck it up!

(barking)

(grunting)

(barking)

(barking)

(barking)

Fuck.

(distant shouting)

(people whooping)

(laughter)

(singsong): Moses!

- Moses! - Moses!

(whooping) (laughter)

(indistinct chatter)

(woman): Moses! Moses!

(man): What do you know, Moses?! (woman): Mose, your stage.

Where's Jesse?

He's up at the house with Dad. We got to get a hose on that.

- She's gone. - No, we might... - Stop it.

Not a goddamn thing to be done. She's gone.

(children laughing)

(man chanting): Moses!

Come out and play, Moses!

I suppose they're all happy as pigs in shit down there now.

There's only one thing gonna make them happy about you.

- Yeah. - Any money on who did it?

Could've been half a dozen different people.

Mm. Wouldn't you, was it?

- Don't think I wasn't tempted. - Hmm.

People are always asking me why you're so set on screwing 'em over.

I keeps telling 'em it's 'cause you're pigheaded.

You likes being the one knot can't be untied.

But truth be told, I think you're scared.

Scared to let go of the place.

Afraid none of it meant anything.

Do you remember what you told me after Mom died?

It was a long time ago.

You said as long as we remembers her, she's still here with us.

And that might be true.

But my mother is not coming back in that door.

You cuts the grass up at the cemetery,

you paints the fence, keeps the headstones upright.

It's the... prettiest spot in the cove.

But that isn't life up there, Moses.

It wouldn't be the end of the world, would it?

To live somewhere else?

Why'd you move home here, Clara, if you hates the place so much?

Because I wanted you around for Jesse.

The way you was for me.

Why do you think I used to carry him up to see you at the lighthouse every Sunday

after I moved back?

I figured you just wanted to skip out on church.

- Shut up, would ya? - (chuckling)

Ah, just shut up. Jesus.

You remembers how I used to light your cigarettes for ya when I was a girl?

- Hmm. - (Clara sighing)

I used to sit out in the yard and watch you chop wood

and yammer on about one thing or other.

You could talk. I remember that much well enough.

You never treated me like a nuisance is what I mean.

Uh-huh.

How is he?

He said he saw a light on in Queenie's window the other day.

Ah.

We told him the electricity had been shut off, but... it didn't sway him.

I set two chairs outside and we sat staring at it till it was time for bed.

But he still insists he saw it.

I found a specialist that I wanna set him up with this summer.

She says the more structure we can give him, the better.

For the life of me, Moses...

I can't understand why you wants to deny him that.

The food fishery opens the weekend...

I could take Jesse out after a few cod.

If they don't burn my boat before then.

He thinks a lot of your opinion.

- (scoffing) - Hmm. (Chuckling)

(gulls squawking)

- You gonna bring me back a fish? - Yep.

- Maybe two or three? - (laughter)

Make sure he keeps his lifejacket on.

Have you got a lifejacket for Hollis?

Hollis is staying home with me.

Hollis can come if he wants.

But I got neither lifejacket for him.

Now come on.

This is where it happened.

- Where what happened? - Where Hollis died.

I suppose it was Hollis told you that, was it?

- Poppy told me. - And what else did Poppy tell you?

He says you was the only one was there,

so it's only you can tell the story.

- What about your buddy, Hollis? - He was there, wouldn't he?

He says you can tell the story when you're ready.

It was October month.

We were out trawlin'.

Baited the trawl with squid and let it fish on the bottom awhile.

When Hollis started bringing in the trawl, I was at the motor, just...

keeping her steady ahead.

I suppose you never even seen a trawl like that, have ya?

Hollis was standing up by the trawl,

and there was one fish, a big one.

Come off the hook right at the surface,

so I shoved the engine in reverse to bring us back a ways so's Hollis could reach it.

Hollis fell across the hooks is what happened.

He wouldn't expecting me to shift into reverse and he...

lost his balance.

Hooks caught up in his clothes and dragged him into the water.

And I panicked, I suppose. I...

I cut the trawl line.

Worst thing I could've done.

He's not mad at you.

He said that, did he?

He wanted me to tell you.

Well, then.

(phone ringing)

(ringing)

Hello?

Yes.

It's Sweetland calling.

Moses Sweetland?

This is he.

(gulls squawking)

(indistinct chatter)

(laughter)

- You're not coming to the meeting? - I signed the papers.

I'm not gonna sit there and listen to that government fucker gloat.

What did Jesse say when you told him you signed on?

It was Clara told him.

Can't face him just yet.

(saw buzzing)

(bell clanging)

(woman): Moses!!!

Moses!!! (people shouting)

Mose!

Mose!

He gone missing. We can't find him.

Who?

Jesse. He run off somewhere. There's no one can find him.

(people calling Jesse's name)

Mose! Mose!

Jesse?

(woman): Jesse!

Jesse?

Jesse!

Jesse!

Jesse!

Jesse!

- Jesse!!! - (bell clanging)

Jesse!

(bell clanging)

Jess!

Jesse!

(Pilgrim): There's no sense traipsing around out there in the dark.

Someone's gonna get themselves killed at that.

Can't sit around here with our fingers up our arse.

We get a bonfire going up on the mash,

out at the keeper's house, over on the cliffs.

Not the cliffs. He could walk right off trying to make his way to the fire.

Alright, we'll get a fire somewhere on the trail,

half a mile or so shy of the cliffs.

We should make sure all the lights are on here,

help him find his way down if he's lookings.

He won't see the lights in the cove till he gets to The King's Seat.

If he's on the mash, won't help a damn.

Does that PA in the steeple work at all?

- Hasn't been used in 20 years. - Be worth checking.

You could hear that racket halfways to Little Sweetland. Might lead him in.

- Alright. - I'll see what I can do with it.

(music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(gulls squawking)

(music playing)

Could be he's home and dry by now.

(Moses grunting) - Turned off that friggin' music for long ago if he was home.

(groaning)

(Duke): Moses! Moses!

What?!

What is it?!

Just have a look down here!

Just look. Over there.

- Where? - Where are you lookin'?

What?

Just there. Look. Have a look.

Over there. What's that?

Oh, my god. Oh, fuck.

Might not even be the youngster, Moses.

Oh, Jesse. Oh, god. I got a length of line in the bag!

Oh, for fuck sake, you can't climb down there!

Mose! Moses!

Oh, god. Oh, god.

Ah, jeez.

Oh, no.

(dramatic music)

(exclaiming)

(dour music)

(music fading)

Morning, Moses.

What's this, now?

I thought you might like to have something of his.

He'd like to know it was you had it.

(distant barking)

Haven't seen much of you the last few weeks.

I been busy.

- Found a place for Dad... - into St. John's.

What kind of place?

- Assisted living, it's called. - Hmm.

What, some stranger comes in to wipe your ass, is it?

- Don't. - (Moses grunting)

Ah, just don't.

Ah, don't mind me.

I never did thank you.

For bringing...

(sniffling) For bringing him home.

I never should've signed on to the package.

You can't blame yourself for this, Moses.

- Why can't I? - It won't help... is what I mean.

Mm.

I'm not looking for help.

(gulls squawking)

(ship's horn blowing)

(music playing)

- You're off, then. - Yeah. Ferry's due in at 3:00.

Let's see what you got.

What are you talking about now?

Last chance at a paying customer. (Duke chuckling)

You don't want this hand at your head with scissors, Moses.

- Use the clippers. - For chrissake.

Come on.

I wants it nice and tight at the back and sides.

Have you started packing up the house yet?

I'm in no rush.

Well, last ferry out of here is leaving next week.

I knows the fuckin' ferry schedule.

(music playing)

Where's it you're heading now?

Thought I might go poach a few cod.

What you got in the bag?

Mind your own goddamn business.

How long you going for?

(motor starting)

(Loveless): Mose.

Mose?

(chuckling)

Jesus fuck.

(banging)

(grunting)

(sloshing)

(gulls squawking)

(soft music)

(groaning)

Fuckin' Loveless.

(sighing)

Now, then.

Who's got it better than this?

(clicking)

(splashing)

Hey!

Hey!!!

(sighing)

(bell tolling)

(bell tolling)

(sound fading)

(jangling)

(sniffling)

(creaking)

(panting)

Mm...

(thumping)

(grunting)

(engine stalling)

(gulls squawking)

(door slamming open)

(grunting)

Duke Fewer, you lousy fucker!

(grunting)

(thunder)

(thunder)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashing)

(groaning)

(exclaiming)

(groaning)

(crying out)

(panting lightly)

(knocking)

(woman): Hello, the house!

Jesus loves the little children.

(man): I knew it. I fuckin knew it.

What have you got done to yourself?

Had a little spell of hard luck.

Come on, help me get him onto the chair. Go on.

Come on. Come on.

What is it?

You crowd is real, is ya?

- Real as you are. - Huh.

I could kill you, you know.

Making everyone think you was drowned like that.

What in the name of Jesus were you doing here, Moses?

You lost your mind altogether, did ya?

Did he mean to do it?

- (Clara): Who? - Jesse.

I don't think he had it in him.

Oh...

That youngster was all nerve.

I don't think the idea would've occurred to him is what I mean.

It wouldn't in his nature.

An accident.

The fog came in over the headlands before he ran up there.

He missed the cairns on the path, he fell.

More than likely.

Do you ever...

Do you ever see him, like?

What do you mean?

You've seen him?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Might be I have.

Or Hollis.

Maybe. I don't know.

Mom used to talk to me about Hollis, you know.

That story where he fell across the trawl line and you cut it loose.

She didn't believe a word of it.

She used to say that Hollis was a bit...

touched.

Like Jesse.

Mm-hmm.

He was acting really strange that morning, she says.

Before you went out.

He was... happy almost.

Gave her a hug, told her how much he loved her. Did the same with Nan.

She thinks he was saying goodbye.

And that you made up some story about a fish to spare them the truth.

You should try to sleep.

Don't go.

You haven't turned into a sook out here, have you? (Laughing)

Might be.

- You go on up. - (chuckling)

Moses fuckin' Sweetland.

(chuckling)

Come on now. Come on.

Let's get you up now. Come on.